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Igarashi cupped her hands around the clay trying to make it into a shape she desires, which happens to be a basic vase she saw her mother do many times. Even though her's was more complicated and elegant, igarashi was set to atleast make a decent one. It looked so cool and satisfiying when her mother did that, she wanted to look cool too. Sticking her tongue out in concentration, a little bit pressure on her little chubby fingers and the clay wobbled. Panic, wide eyed the little girl tried to stabilize it as best as she could. And failed. "little Dove" a smooth voice sounded. The girl looked up through her lashes, ruby wide eyes staring at her mother's reaching form. Ishira took in the mess her daughter made. Clay laying in a lump on the still spinning wheel, plum little hands covered in clay up-to her elbows along with smudges on her clothes and face. "what are you doing Dove? " folding her hands behind her, tilted her head at her daughter. Ruby eyes widened and she gave a gummy smile "Mamma! Ca-up" the tiny toddler pointed at the misshaped clay and looked at her mother as if that should explain everything.